Notes - plans / Brazilian Figa /

         You are ready for the cleaning ladies to arrive. As every morning the Today Show is on as a present background of video and low audio. – Later, you had a picnic lunch at Shaker Pond after at stop for a drink from McD’s and two Jennifer (and a blondie) cookies from On the Rise. Now home at Kim and Paul’s Carol is on the phone with Linda and you are now planning on leaving Cleveland Saturday morning for Dave and Marsha’s and from there home to Mason. By Wednesday you will be ready to leave (with Carol and her sister Mary Lou) for a few days in South Tampa with Linda and Bill and to see the new home of your niece, Jean and Bob, as well as niece Jen’s new house.

         More busy days. It should be fun though. After Florida a return trip to Cleveland to pick up Jadah the Cat, then we should be able to relax at home for a couple of months before our traditional fall trip with Craig and Alta; Jim and Jeanne; and Sharon and Bill – this time to the mountain cabin above Pigeon Forge, Tennessee where we stayed for Jean and Bob’s wedding last summer. After that our ‘annual’ trip to Madeira Beach, this time for the first two weeks in December.

         Once Carol is off the phone the plan is to watch the DVRed last night’s “Closer”. Earlier you were thinking of the Brazilian good luck charm, the Figa. This symbol is a hand gesture (since the 1930’s usually seen in carved Brazilian art and jewelry), a fist whose thumb penetrates the first two fingers. – Amorella

         I was. Sometimes, like this morning, I awoke with my right hand in a slightly premature (no penetration) Figa position. No doubt I was semi-consciously musing on a Brazilian memory.

         No doubt the charming beach scene in Rio. – Amorella

         Ah, youth and many of its charms. Not wit though. Hopefully wit will march with me until the end.

         You still dream of romance midst many of flickers of imagination – light, moving through a film of memory, light surrendering a lifetime of loves caressed between your pages as a once fresh corsage still pressed in a yellowed yearbook. Your romances pressed between the lines of muse driven novels hug your heartansoul forever, boy. The tip of the thumb in touch with the top under center of two clinched fingers reminds you of a once upon a brief measure of time – the quick glance into the eyes a quick moving young lady forever frozen. Sounds like something for a novel, don’t it, boy? – Post. Amorella

         You know how to bring forth a smile, Amorella.